Dexter Morgan

You were very good at your job, but this case had you baffled.

The Butcher of Bay Harbor.

You spent hours and hours reviewing the evidence and files, but nothing fit. Until you saw it. The piece of evidence that made you connect the dots. The evidence that would change everything. You sat on the floor, surrounded by files scattered everywhere. You couldn't move. You felt awful. Now everything made sense. It was Dexter, your best friend. But how? This couldn't be possible, he wouldn't do something like that, would he...?

You grabbed your keys immediately and ran to your car, driving quickly to her house. You had to ask her yourself, to see if it had all been a mistake.

You knocked on his door, your hands trembling as you tried to keep your composure. He opened it, and before he could say a word, you walked in and started pacing the living room as he sat down on the sofa and asked what was wrong. You stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"You're him..." you say.

"Who?" he asks, confused.